Yu kept sucking gently through the aftershocks, tongue cleaning every inch of the sensitive, softening cock, drawing out whimpers from Artem. His hand stroked the base soothingly, coaxing more faint twitches. The vitality thrummed powerfully inside him now, demanding more. Yu lifted his head just enough to look up at Artem with lust-drunk red eyes, lips shiny and swollen, a thin string of cum and saliva connecting them to the glistening cock.
"More~"
Yu whispered, voice husky, before diving back down, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure—and power—from the man beneath him. The evening was young, and the red sports car had never felt so intimate.
